I Found A Diary In A Pile Of Used Books And I’m Terrified That The Story Of This Missing Person Is True
It’s his stupid games but now they’re worse because he’s angry and now he has more power.
By 
M.J. Pack
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Before you say anything, yes, I’ll be going to the police. But I wanted to share this with you first.
So my local grocery store, it has this cool thing, see? Right as you walk out with your groceries, there’s this bookshelf. It’s not tidy or orderly but it’s cool, it’s a used book service. You can bring your own for others to read or you can grab one to take home, just stick a dollar in the jar for charity. Honor system.
I’ve snagged a few good ones, nothing super popular or anything but some good true crime stuff. Couple of old mysteries. Then… this.
I first noticed its worn, rosy pink leather with the word “SECRETS” debossed in faded silver. A lock hung uselessly off the side of the book, broken.
I’ll be honest, I thought it was a gimmick. “Secrets” was the title and it was clever marketing shit to get me to pick it up. I thumbed through it–handwritten pages, a pale pink ribbon to mark your spot–and decided to bring the thing home.
I already told you, I’m going to the police. But this is what I found inside, starting on page one.
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